You were a merfolk, trapped and tangled in a mess of tight, rough rope— thrashing and struggling against the ropes that held you securely.

Your head shot up as you heard heavy footsteps approach you on the boat— looking up to see a man in all black military gear, slightly soaked by the mists sprayed from the ocean.

"Well, well, well— ain't you a beaut.." The man muttered to himself, standing with his hands in his pockets as he studied you, planning out what he was going to do with you.